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A17956	The tragedie of Mariam, the faire queene of Iewry. VVritten by that learned, vertuous, and truly noble ladie, E.C.; Mariam	Cary, Elizabeth, Lady, 1585 or 6-1639.; Berkeley, Elizabeth, Lady, 1575-1635, attributed name.; Carey, Elizabeth, Lady, d. 1618, attributed name.	1613 (1613)	STC 4613; ESTC S107482	37,003	72

do begin to right The wrongs of your admirers And my Lord Long since you should haue put your smiles to flight Ill doth a widowed eye with ioy accord Why now me thinkes the loue I bare him then When virgin freedome left me vnrestraind Doth to my heart begin to creepe agen My passion now is far from being faind But teares flie backe and hide you in your bankes You must not be to Alexandra seene For if my mone be spide but little thankes Shall Mariam haue from that incensed Queene Actus primus Scoena Secunda Mariam Alexandra Alex: WHat meanes these teares my Mariam doth mistake The newes we heard did tell the Tyrants end What weepst thou for thy brothers murthers sake Will euer wight a teare for Herod spend My curse pursue his breathles trunke and spirit Base Edomite the damned Esaus heire Must he ere Iacobs child the crowne inherit Must he vile wretch be set in Dauids chaire No Dauids soule within the bosome plac'te Of our forefather Abram was asham'd To see his seat with such a toade disgrac'te That seat that hath by Iudas race bene fain'd Thou fatall enemie to royall blood Did not the murther of my boy suffice To stop thy cruell mouth that gaping stood But must thou dim the milde Hercanus eyes My gratious father whose too readie hand Did lift this Idumean from the dust And he vngratefull catiffe did withstand The man that did in him most friendly trust What kingdomes right could cruell Herod claime Was he not Esaus Issue heyre of hell Then what succession can he haue but shame Did not his Ancestor his birth-right sell O yes he doth from Edoms name deriue His cruell nature which with blood is fed That made him me of Sire and sonne depriue He euer thirsts for blood and blood is red Weepst thou because his loue to thee was bent And readst thou loue in crimson caracters Slew he thy friends to worke thy hearts content No hate may Iustly call that action hers He gaue the sacred Priesthood for thy sake To Aristobolus Yet doomde him dead Before his backe the Ephod warme could make And ere the Myter setled on his head Oh had he giuen my boy no lesse then right The double oyle should to his forehead bring A double honour shining doubly bright His birth annoynted him both Priest and King And say my father and my sonne he slewe To royalize by right your Prince borne breath Was loue the cause can Mariam deeme it true That Mariam gaue commandment for her death I know by fits he shewd some signes of loue And yet not loue but raging lunacie And this his hate to thee may iustly proue That sure he hates Hercanus familie Who knowes if he vnconstant wauering Lord His loue to Doris had renew'd againe And that he might his bed to her afford Perchance he wisht that Mariam might be slaine Nun: Doris Alas her time of loue was past Those coales were rakte in embers long agoe If Mariams loue and she was now disgrast Nor did I glorie in her ouerthrowe He not a whit his first borne sonne esteem'd Because as well as his he was not mine My children onely for his owne he deem'd These boyes that did descend from royall line These did he stile his heyres to Dauids throne My Alexander if he liue shall sit In the Maiesticke seat of Salamon To will it so did Herod thinke it fit Alex. Why who can claime from Alexanders brood That Gold adorned Lyon-guarded Chaire Was Alexander not of Dauids blood And was not Mariam Alexanders heire What more then right could Herod then bestow And who will thinke except for more then right He did not raise them for they were not low But borne to weare the Crowne in his despight Then send those teares away that are not sent To thee by reason but by passions power Thine eyes to cheere thy cheekes to smiles be bent And entertaine with ioy this happy houre Felicitie if when shee comes she findes A mourning habite and a cheerlesse looke Will thinke she is not welcome to thy minde And so perchance her lodging will not brooke Oh keepe her whilest thou hast her if she goe She will not easily returne againe Full many a yeere haue I indur'd in woe Yet still haue sude her presence to obtaine And did not I to her as presents send A Table that best Art did beautifie Of two to whom Heauen did best feature lend To woe her loue by winning Anthony For when a Princes fauour we doe craue We first their Mynions loues do seeke to winne So I that sought Felicitie to haue Did with her Mynion Anthony beginne With double slight I sought to captiuate The warlike louer but I did not right For if my gift had borne but halfe the rate The Roman had beene ouer-taken quite But now he fared like a hungry guest That to some plenteous festiuall is gone Now this now that hee deems to eate were best Such choice doth make him let them all alone The boyes large forehead first did fayrest seeme Then glaunst his eye vpon my Mariams cheeke And that without comparison did deeme VVhat was in eyther but he most did leeke And thus distracted eythers beauties might VVithin the others excellence was drown'd Too much delight did bare him from delight For eithers loue the others did confound VVhere if thy portraiture had onely gone His life from Herod Anthony had taken He would haue loued thee and thee alone And left the browne Egyptian cleane forsaken And Cleopatra then to seeke had bene So firme a louer of her wayned face Then great Anthonius fall we had not seene By her that fled to haue him holde the chase Then Mariam in a Romans Chariot set In place of Cleopatra might haue showne A mart of Beauties in her visage met And part in this that they were all her owne Ma. Not to be Emprise of aspiring Rome Would Mariam like to Cleopatra liue With purest body will I presse my Toome And wish no fauours Anthony could giue Alex. Let vs retire vs that we may resolue How now to deale in this reuersed state Great are th' affaires that we must now reuolue And great affaires must not be taken late Actus primus Scoena tertia Mariam Alexandra Salome Salome MOre plotting yet Why now you haue the thing For which so oft you spent your supliant breath And Mariam hopes to haue another King Her eyes doe sparkle ioy for Herods death Alex. If she desir'd another King to haue She might before she came in Herods bed Haue had her wish More Kings then one did craue For leaue to set a Crowne vpon her head I thinke with more then reason she laments That she is freed from such a sad annoy Who i st will weepe to part from discontent And if she ioy she did not causelesse ioy Sal. You durst not thus haue giuen your tongue the raine If noble Herod still remaind in life Your daughters betters farre I dare

you wrōg your name Your race your country and your husband most A straungers priuate conference is shame I blush for you that haue your blushing lost Oft haue I found and found you to my griefe Consorted with this base Arabian heere Heauen knowes that you haue bin my comfort chiefe Then doe not now my greater plague appeare Now by the stately Carued edifice That on Mount Sion makes so faire a show And by the Altar fit for sacrifice I loue thee more then thou thy selfe doest know Oft with a silent sorrow haue I heard How ill Iudeas mouth doth censure thee And did I not thine honour much regard Thou shouldst not be exhorted thus for mee Didst thou but know the worth of honest fame How much a vertuous woman is esteem'd Thou wouldest like hell eschew deserued shame And seeke to be both chast and chastly deem'd Our wisest Prince did say and true he said A vertuous woman crownes her husbands head Salome Did I for this vpreare thy lowe estate Did I for this requitall begge thy life That thou hadst forfeited haples fate To be to such a thankles wretch the wife This hand of mine hath lifted vp thy head Which many a day agoe had falne full lowe Because the sonnes of Baba are not dead To me thou doest both life and fortune owe Const. You haue my patience often exercisde Vse make my choller keepe within the bankes Yet boast no more but be by me aduisde A benefit vpbraided forfeits thankes I prethy Salome dismisse this mood Thou doest not know how ill it fits thy place My words were all intended for thy good To raise thine honour and to stop disgrace Sa. To stop disgrace take thou no care for mee Nay do thy worst thy worst I set not by No shame of mine is like to light on thee Thy loue and admonitions I defie Thou shalt no hower longer call me wife Thy Iealousie procures my hate so deepe That I from thee doe meane to free my life By a diuorcing bill before I sleepe Const. Are Hebrew women now trāsform'd to men Why do you not as well our battels fight And weare our armour suffer this and then Let all the world be topsie turued quite Let fishes graze beastes swine and birds descend Let fire burne downewarde whilst the earth aspires Let Winters heat and Summers cold offend Let Thistels growe on Vines and Grapes on Briers Set vs to Spinne or Sowe or at the best Make vs Wood-hewers Waters-bearing wights For sacred seruice let vs take no rest Vse vs as Ioshua did the Gibonites Salom. Hold on your talke till it be time to end For me I am resolu'd it shall be so Though I be first that to this course do bend I shall not be the last full well I know Const. Why then be witnesse Heau'n the Iudge of sinnes Be witnesse Spirits that eschew the darke Be witnesse Angels witnesse Cherubins Whose semblance sits vpon the holy Arke Be witnesse earth be witnesse Palestine Be witnesse Dauids Citie if my heart Did euer merit such an act of thine Or if the fault be mine that makes vs part Since mildest Moses friend vnto the Lord Did worke his wonders in the land of Ham And slew the first-borne Babes without a sword In signe whereof we eate the holy Lambe Till now that foureteene hundred yeeres are past Since first the Law with vs hath beene in force You are the first and will I hope be last That euer sought her husband to diuorce Salom. I meane not to be led by president My will shall be to me in stead of Law Const. I feare me much you will too late repent That you haue euer liu'd so void of awe This is Silleus loue that makes you thus Reuerse all order you must next be his But if my thoughts aright the cause discusse In winning you he gaines no lasting blisse I was Silleus and not long agoe Iosephus then was Constabarus now When you became my friend you prou'd his foe As now for him you breake to me your vowd Sal. If once I lou'd you greater is your debt For certaine t is that you deserued it not And vndeserued loue we soone forget And therefore that to me can be no blot But now fare ill my once beloued Lord Yet neuer more belou'd then now abhord Const. Yet Constabarus biddeth thee farewell Farewell light creature Heauen forgiue thy sinne My prophecying spirit doth foretell Thy wauering thoughts doe yet but new beginne Yet I haue better scap'd then Ioseph did But if our Herods death had bene delayd The valiant youths that I so long haue hid Had bene by her and I for them betrayd Therefore in happy houre did Caesar giue The fatall blow to wanton Anthony For had he liued our Herod then should liue But great Anthonius death made Herod dye Had he enioyed his breath not I alone Had beene in danger of a deadly fall But Mariam had the way of perill gone Though by the Tyrant most belou'd of all The sweet fac'd Mariam as free from guilt As Heauen from spots yet had her Lord come backe Her purest blood had bene vniustly spilt And Salome it was would worke her wracke Though all Iudea yeeld her innocent She often hath bene neere to punishment Chorus THose mindes that wholy dote vpon delight Except they onely ioy in inward good Still hope at last to hop vpon the right And so from Sand they leape in loathsome mud Fond wretches seeking what they cannot finde For no content attends a wauering minde If wealth they doe desire and wealth attaine Then wondrous faine would they to honor lep Of meane degree they doe in honor gaine They would but wish a little higher step Thus step to step and wealth to wealth they ad Yet cannot all their plenty make them glad Yet oft we see that some in humble state Are cheerfull pleasant happy and content When those indeed that are of higher state With vaine additions do their thoughts torment Th' one would to his minde his fortune binde T'hother to his fortune frames his minde To wish varietie is signe of griefe For if you like your state as now it is Why should an alteration bring reliefe Nay change would then be fear'd as losse of blis That man is onely happy in his Fate That is delighted in a setled state Still Mariam wisht she from her Lord were free For expectation of varietie Yet now she sees her wishes prosperous bee She grieues because her Lord so soone did die Who can those vast imaginations feede Where in a propertie contempt doth breede Were Herod now perchance to liue againe She would againe as much be grieued at that All that she may she euer doth disdaine Her wishes guide her to she knowes not what And sad must be their lookes their honor sower That care for nothing being in their power Actus secundus Scoena prima Pheroras and Graphina Pher. T Is true Graphina now the time drawes nye Wherin

my brothers tongue that cast this doubt I frō his hart would haue the question out With this keene fauchion but t is you my Lord Against whose head I must not lift a sword I am so tide in gratitude Const. belieue You haue no cause to take it ill If any word of mine your heart did grieue The word discented from the speakers will I know it was not feare the doubt begun But rather valour and your care of me A coward could not be your fathers sonne Yet know I doubts vnnecessarie be For who can thinke that in Anthonius fall Herod his bosome friend should scape vnbrusde Then Caesar we might thee an idiot call If thou by him should'st be so farre abusde Babus 2. Sonne Lord Constab: let me tell you this Vpon submission Caesar will forgiue And therefore though the tyrant did amisse It may fall out that he will let him liue Not many yeares agone it is since I Directed thither by my fathers care In famous Rome for twice twelue monthes did liue My life from Hebrewes crueltie to spare There though I were but yet of boyish age I bent mine eye to marke mine eares to heare Where I did see Octauious then a page When first he did to Iulions sight appeare Me thought I saw such mildnes in his face And such a sweetnes in his lookes did grow Withall commixt with so maiesticke grace His Phisnomy his Fortune did foreshow For this I am indebted to mine eye But then mine eare receiu'd more euidence By that I knew his loue to clemency How he with hottest choller could dispence Const. But we haue more then barely heard the news It hath bin twice confirm'd And though some tongue Might be so false with false report t' abuse A false report hath neuer lasted long But be it so that Herod haue his life Concealement would not then a whit auaile For certaine t' is that she that was my wife Would not to set her accusation faile And therefore now as good the venture giue And free our selues from blot of cowardise As show a pittifull desire to liue For who can pittie but they must despise Babus first sonne I yeeld but to necessitie I yeeld I dare vpon this doubt ingage mine arme That Herod shall againe this kingdome weeld And proue his death to be a false alarme Babus second sonne I doubt it too God grant it be an error T is best without a cause to be in terror And rather had I though my soule be mine My soule should lie then proue a true diuine Const. Come come let feare goe seeke a dastards nest Vndanted courage lies in a noble brest Actus 2. Scoena 3. Doris and Antipater Dor. YOur royall buildings bow your loftie side And scope to her that is by right your Queen Let your humilitie vpbraid the pride Of those in whom no due respect is seene Nine times haue we with Trumpets haughtie sound And banishing sow'r Leauen from our taste Obseru'd the feast that takes the fruit from ground Since I faire Citie did behold thee last So long it is since Mariams purer cheeke Did rob from mine the glory And so long Since I returnd my natiue Towne to seeke And with me nothing but the sense of wrong And thee my Boy whose birth though great it were Yet haue thy after fortunes prou'd but poore When thou wert borne how little did I feare Thou shouldst be thrust from forth thy Fathers doore Art thou not Herods right begotten Sonne VVas not the haples Doris Herods wife Yes ere he had the Hebrew kingdome wonne I was companion to his priuate life VVas I not faire enough to be a Queene Why ere thou wert to me false Monarch tide My lake of beauty might as well be seene As after I had liu'd fiue yeeres thy Bride Yet then thine oath came powring like the raine Which all affirm'd my face without compare And that if thou might'st Doris loue obtaine For all the world besides thou didst not care Then was I yong and rich and nobly borne And therefore worthy to be Herods mate Yet thou vngratefull cast me off with scorne When Heauens purpose raisd your meaner fate Oft haue I begd for vengeance for this fact And with deiected knees aspiring hands Haue prayd the highest power to inact The fall of her that on my Trophee stands Reuenge I haue according to my will Yet where I wisht this vengeance did not light I wisht it should high-hearted Mariam kill But it against my whilome Lord did fight With thee sweet Boy I came and came to try If thou before his bastards might be plac'd In Herods royall seat and dignitie But Mariams infants here are onely grac'd And now for vs there doth no hope remaine Yet we will not returne till Herods end Be more confirmd perchance he is not slaine So glorious Fortunes may my Boy attend For if he liue hee 'll thinke it doth suffice That he to Doris shows such crueltie For as he did my wretched life dispise So doe I know I shall despised die Let him but proue as naturall to thee As cruell to thy miserable mother His crueltie shall not vpbraided bee But in thy fortunes I his faults will smother Antipat. Each mouth within the Citie loudly cries That Herods death is certaine therefore wee Had best some subtill hidden plot deuise That Mariams children might subuerted bee By poisons drinke or else by murtherous Knife So we may be aduanc'd it skils not how They are but Bastards you were Herods wife And foule adultery blotteth Mariams brow Doris They are too strong to be by vs remou'd Or else reuenges foulest spotted face By our detested wrongs might be approu'd But weakenesse must to greater power giue place But let vs now retire to grieue alone For solitarines best fitteth mone Actus secundus Scoena 4. Silleus and Constabarus Silleus WEll met Iudean Lord the onely wight Silleus wisht to see I am to call Thy tongue to strict account Const. For what despight I ready am to heare and answere all But if directly at the cause I gesse That breeds this challenge you must pardon me And now some other ground of fight professe For I haue vow'd vowes must vnbroken be Sill. What may be your expectation let me know Const. Why ought concerning Salom my sword Shall not be welded for a cause so low A blow for her my arme will scorne t' afford Sill. It is for slandering her vnspotted name And I will make thee in thy vowes despight Sucke vp the breath that did my Mistris blame And swallow it againe to doe her right Const. I prethee giue some other quarrell ground To finde beginning raile against my name Or strike me first or let some scarlet wound Inflame my courage giue me words of shame Doe thou our Moses sacred Lawes disgrace Depraue our nation doe me some despight I 'm apt enough to fight in any case But yet for Salome I will not fight Sill. Nor I for ought but

death And let those traytors feele the worst of feares Now Salome will whine to begge his breath But I le be deafe to prayers and blind to teares Phero. He is my Lord from Salom diuorst Though her affection did to leaue him grieue Yet was she by her loue to you inforst To leaue the man that would your foes relieue Herod Then haste them to their death I will requite Thee gentle Mariam Salom I meane The thought of Mariam doth so steale my spirit My mouth from speech of her I cannot weane Exit Actus 4. Scoena 3. Herod Mariam Herod ANd heere she comes indeed happily met My best and deerest halfe what ailes my deare Thou doest the difference certainly forget Twixt Duskey habits and a time so cleare Mar. My Lord I suit my garment to my minde And there no cheerfull colours can I finde Herod Is this my welcome haue I longd so much To see my dearest Mariam discontent What i st that is the cause thy heart to touch Oh speake that I thy sorrow may preuent Art thou not Iuries Queene and Herods too Be my Commandres be my Soueraigne guide To be by thee directed I will woo For in thy pleasure lies my highest pride Or if thou thinke Iudaeas narrow bound Too strict a limit for thy great command Thou shalt be Empresse of Arabia crownd For thou shalt rule and I will winne the Land I le robbe the holy Dauids Sepulcher To giue thee wealth if thou for wealth do care Thou shalt haue all they did with him inter And I for thee will make the Temple bare Mar. I neither haue of power not riches want I haue enough nor doe I wish for more Your offers to my heart no ease can grant Except they could my brothers life restore No had you wisht the wretched Mariam glad Or had your loue to her bene truly tide Nay had you not desir'd to make her sad My brother nor my Grandsyre had not dide Her Wilt thou beleeue no oathes to cleere thy Lord How oft haue I with execration sworne Thou art by me belou'd by me ador'd Yet are my protestations heard with scorne Hercanus plotted to depriue my head Of this long setled honor that I weare And therefore I did iustly doome him dead To rid the Realme from perill me from feare Yet I for Mariams sake doe so repent The death of one whose blood she did inherit I wish I had a Kingdomes treasure spent So I had nere expeld Hercanus spirit As I affected that same noble youth In lasting infamie my name inrole If I not mournd his death with heartie truth Did I not shew to him my earnest loue When I to him the Priesthood did restore And did for him a liuing Priest remoue Which neuer had bene done but once before Mariam I know that mou'd by importunitie You made him Priest and shortly after die Herod I will not speake vnles to be beleeu'd This froward humor will not doe you good It hath too much already Herod grieu'd To thinke that you on termes of hate haue stood Yet smile my dearest Mariam doe but smile And I will all vnkind conceits exile Mari. I cannot frame disguise nor neuer taught My face a looke dissenting from my thought Herod By heau'n you vexe me build not on my loue Mari. I wil not build on so vnstable ground Herod Nought is so fixt but peeuishnes may moue Mar. T is better sleightest cause then none were foūd Herod Be iudge your selfe if euer Herod sought Or would be mou'd a cause of change to finde Yet let your looke declare a milder thought My heart againe you shall to Mariam binde How oft did I for you my Mother chide Reuile my Sister and my brother rate And tell them all my Mariam they belide Distrust me still if these be signes of hate Actus 4. Scoena 4. Herod VVHat hast thou here Bu. A drinke procuring loue The Queene desir'd me to deliuer it Mar. Did I some hatefull practise this will proue Yet can it be no worse then Heauens permit Herod Confesse the truth thou wicked instrument To her outragious will t is passion sure Tell true and thou shalt scape the punishment Which if thou doe conceale thou shalt endure Bu. I know not but I doubt it be no lesse Long since the hate of you her heart did cease Herod Know'st thou the cause thereof Bu. My Lord I gesse Sohemus told the tale that did displease Herod Oh Heauen Sohemus false Goe let him die Stay not to suffer him to speake a word Oh damned villaine did he falsifie The oath he swore eu'n of his owne accord Now doe I know thy falshood painted Diuill Thou white Inchantres Oh thou art so foule That Ysop cannot clense thee worst of euill A beautious body hides a loathsome soule Your loue Sohemus mou'd by his affection Though he haue euer heretofore bene true Did blab forsooth that I did giue direction If we were put to death to slaughter you And you in blacke reuenge attended now To adde a murther to your breach of vow Mar. Is this a dream Her Oh Heauen that t' were no more I le giue my Realme to who can proue it so I would I were like any begger poore So I for false my Mariam did not know Foule pith contain'd in the fairest rinde That euer grac'd a Caedar Oh thine eye Is pure as heauen but impure thy minde And for impuritie shall Mariam die Why didst thou loue Sohemus Mar they can tell That say I lou'd him Mariam saies not so Herod Oh cannot impudence the coales expell That for thy loue in Herods bosome glowe It is as plaine as water and deniall Makes of thy falsehood but a greater triall Hast thou beheld thy selfe and couldst thou staine So rare perfection euen for loue of thee I doe profoundly hate thee Wert thou plaine Thou shoul'dst the wonder of Iudea bee But oh thou art not Hell it selfe lies hid Beneath thy heauenly show Yet neuer wert thou chast Thou might'st exalt pull downe command forbid And be aboue the wheele of fortune plast Hadst thou complotted Herods massacre That so thy sonne a Monarch might be stilde Not halfe so grieuous such an action were As once to thinke that Mariam is defilde Bright workmanship of nature sulli'd ore With pitched darknes now thine end shall bee Thou shalt not liue faire fiend to cozen more With heauy semblance as thou cousnedst mee Yet must I loue thee in despight of death And thou shalt die in the dispight of loue For neither shall my loue prolong thy breath Nor shall thy losse of breath my loue remoue I might haue seene thy falsehood in thy face Where coul'dst thou get thy stares that seru'd for eyes Except by theft and theft is foule disgrace This had appear'd before were Herod wise But I 'me a sot a very sot no better My wisedome long agoe a wandring fell Thy face incountring it my wit did fetter And made me for delight my

long to come within his vew That he may know his wife did guiltles fall And heere he comes Your Mariam greets you well Enter Herod Herod What liues my Mariam ioy exceeding ioy She shall not die Nun. Heau'n doth your will repell Herod Oh doe not with thy words my life destroy I prethy tell no dying-tale thine eye Without thy tongue doth tell but too too much Yet let thy tongues addition make me die Death welcome comes to him whose griefe is such Nunti. I went amongst the curious gazing troope To see the last of her that was the best To see if death had hart to make her stoope To see the Sunne admiring Phoenix nest VVhen there I came vpon the way I saw The stately Mariam not debas'd by feare Her looke did seeme to keepe the world in awe Yet mildly did her face this fortune beare Herod Thou dost vsurpe my right my tongue was fram'd To be the instrument of Mariams praise Yet speake she cannot be too often fam'd All tongues suffice not her sweet name to raise Nun. But as she came she Alexandra met Who did her death sweet Queene no whit bewaile But as if nature she did quite forget She did vpon her daughter loudly raile Herod Why stopt you not her mouth where had she words To darke that that Heauen made so bright Our sacred tongue no Epithite affords To call her other then the worlds delight Nun. Shee told her that her death was too too good And that already she had liu'd too long She said she sham'd to haue a part in blood Of her that did the princely Herod wrong Herod Base picke-thanke Diuell Shame t was all her glory That she to noble Mariam was the mother But neuer shall it liue in any storie Her name except to infamy I le smother What answere did her princely daughter make Nun. She made no answere but she lookt the while As if thereof she scarce did notice take Yet smilde a dutifull though scornefull smile Her Sweet creature I that looke to mind doe call Full oft hath Herod bene amaz'd withall Nun. Go on she came vnmou'd with pleasant grace As if to triumph her arriuall were In stately habite and with cheerfull face Yet eu'ry eye was moyst but Mariams there When iustly opposite to me she came She pickt me out from all the crue She beckned to me cald me by my name For she my name my birth and fortune knew Herod What did she name thee happy happy man Wilt thou not euer loue that name the better But what sweet tune did this faire dying Swan Afford thine care tell all omit no letter Nun. Tell thou my Lord said she Her Mee ment flie mee I st true the more my shame I was her Lord Were I not made her Lord I still should bee But now her name must be by me adord Oh say what said she more each word she sed Shall be the food whereon my heart is fed Nun: Tell thou my Lord thou saw'st me loose my breath Herod Oh that I could that sentence now controule Nun. If guiltily eternall be my death Her: I hold her chast eu'n in my inmost soule Nun: By three daies hence if wishes could reuiue I know himselfe would make me oft aliue Herod Three daies three houres three minutes not so much A minute in a thousand parts diuided My penitencie for her death is such As in the first I wisht she had not died But forward in thy tale Nun: Why on she went And after she some silent praier had sed She did as if to die she were content And thus to heau'n her heau'nly soule is fled Herod But art thou sure there doth no life remaine I st possible my Mariam should be dead Is there no tricke to make her breathe againe Nun: Her body is diuided from her head Her: Why yet me thinkes there might be found by art Strange waies of cure t is sure rare things are don By an inuentiue head and willing heart Nun: Let not my Lord your fancies idlely run It is as possible it should be seen That we should make the holy Abraham liue Though he intomb'd two thousand yeares had bene As breath againe to slaughtred Mariam giue But now for more assaults prepare your eares Herod There cannot be a further cause of mone This accident shall shelter me from feares What can I feare already Mariams gone Yet tell eu'n what you will Nun: As I came by From Mariams death I saw vpon a tree A man that to his necke a cord did tie Which cord he had designd his end to bee When me he once discern'd he downwards bow'd And thus with fearefull voyce she cride alowd Goe tell the King he trusted ere he tride I am the cause that Mariam causeles dide Herod Damnation take him for it was the slaue That said she ment with poisons deadly force To end my life that she the Crowne might haue Which tale did Mariam from her selfe diuorce Oh pardon me thou pure vnspotted Ghost My punishment must needes sufficient bee In missing that content I valued most Which was thy admirable face to see I had but one inestimable Iewell Yet one I had no monarch had the like And therefore may I curse my selfe as cruell T was broken by a blowe my selfe did strike I gaz'd thereon and neuer thought me blest But when on it my dazled eye might rest A pretious Mirror made by wonderous art I prizd it ten times dearer then my Crowne And laide it vp fast foulded in my heart Yet I in suddaine choler cast it downe And pasht it all to peeces t was no foe That robd me of it no Arabian host Nor no Armenian guide hath vsde me so But Herods wretched selfe hath Herod crost She was my gracefull moytie me accurst To slay my better halfe and saue my worst But sure she is not dead you did but iest To put me in perplexitie a while T were well indeed if I could so be drest I see she is aliue me thinkes you smile Nun: If sainted Abel yet deceased bee T is certaine Mariam is as dead as hee Her: Why then goe call her to me bid her now Put on faire habite stately ornament And let no frowne ore shade her smoothest brow In her doth Herod place his whole content Nun: Shee l come in stately weedes to please your sence If now she come attirde in robe of heauen Remember you your selfe did send her hence And now to you she can no more be giuen Herod Shee 's dead hell take her murderers she was faire Oh what a hand she had it was so white It did the whitenes of the snowe impaire I neuer more shall see so sweet a sight Nun: T is true her hand was rare Her: her hand her hands She had not singly one of beautie rare But such a paire as heere where Herod stands He dares the world to make to both compare Accursed Salome hadst thou bene still My Mariam had bene